We now have a name: our son is called Adrian Felix. He is now a week old (minus a few hours).

Not only did the birth go very smoothly, everything else is going unexpectedly smoothly as well. Adrian falls asleep easily, and actually likes to sleep lying down. Breastfeeding is going well, too. It’s all so easy.

With Ingrid I was lost, overwhelmed, and exhausted for several weeks. Now within the first week Eric and I already been to IKEA, I’ve taken Ingrid to her dance group, etc, with Adrian hanging along. Eric’s actually going back to work on Monday already, since I feel I’ve got things under control here.

For us, going from one child to two was a much smaller step than going from zero to one. I know it’s not the case for every family. Perhaps it’s because Ingrid is already quite a big girl, and more mature than the average child of her age? She’s been very tolerant of the disruption to her life, and quite understanding of my inability to, for example, read her good night story when Adrian demands to be fed. (The birth hasn’t just brought inconvenience to her: now that the belly is out of the way, there’s room for Ingrid to sit properly on my lap again, and I can actually lift and hold her again.) She’s also very proud of being a big sister, and shows off “her baby” to anyone who will listen.